tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39986069653700139872014-10-03T01:39:07.272-05:00Cheryl's 2011 365 Photo JourneyThis is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-34561803039234290032011-10-18T12:43:00.000-05:002011-10-18T12:43:26.408-05:0010/16/2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmAmH5DZh0c/Tp25KIafTCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/TTKiHjLtouI/s1600/DSC04429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmAmH5DZh0c/Tp25KIafTCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/TTKiHjLtouI/s400/DSC04429.JPG" width="400px" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kellyanne</td></tr></tbody></table>These days everything Kellanne grabs hold of goes in her mouth.&nbsp; So I couldn't manage to get a pic of her without one of her toys in the way.&nbsp; Oh well, I think she's cute with a toy or without a toy obstructing her face.&nbsp; lol<br /><br />She came to spend the night with me Saturday night, and it's amazing how much she is growing.&nbsp; She's so close to crawling.&nbsp; She will get up on her knees and rock back and forth.&nbsp; Then, she will put one knee forward, but can't quite figure out what to do next.&nbsp; So, she sits down and rolls this will or that.&nbsp; Kellyanne also wants to walk.&nbsp; She tries to pull up on me leg or grab my hands to pull herself up.&nbsp; I believe that she will probably walk and crawl very soon.<br /><br />We had a good time and I missed her when her mother came to pick her up to go home.&nbsp; I'm looking forward to my next visit with my baby girl!&nbsp;Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-66332258306139563062011-09-09T22:57:00.000-05:002011-09-09T22:57:22.591-05:00Day 224 - 8/12/2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9J4qLQ3BpII/Tmrfi6JezsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/vSqe1qSEK0M/s1600/DSC04288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9J4qLQ3BpII/Tmrfi6JezsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/vSqe1qSEK0M/s400/DSC04288.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Melvin taking a pic</td></tr></tbody></table>I couldn't resist taking a pic of Melvin taking a pic with his Nikon D5000.&nbsp; I got to use his camera some too, and you know I enjoyed that!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-583622829564566772011-09-09T22:36:00.000-05:002011-09-09T22:40:48.671-05:00Day 223 - 8/11/2011﻿﻿ <br />﻿ <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75CchIDPQp0/TmraRK7k7LI/AAAAAAAAAco/cARFyF4ckH0/s1600/DSC04238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75CchIDPQp0/TmraRK7k7LI/AAAAAAAAAco/cARFyF4ckH0/s400/DSC04238.JPG" width="400" /></a>I </td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Something rusty?&nbsp; Duh!</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿ ﻿﻿ I don't know exactly what it is, but rusty metal and run-down buildings seem to attract the eye of an aspiring photographer.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-7530276026174345682011-09-09T22:29:00.000-05:002011-09-09T22:41:18.121-05:00Day 222 - 8/10/11﻿ <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NI3yIVpb2rU/TmrY6S6s-XI/AAAAAAAAAck/37Ms2PFeT7Y/s1600/DSC_1054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NI3yIVpb2rU/TmrY6S6s-XI/AAAAAAAAAck/37Ms2PFeT7Y/s400/DSC_1054.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rusty posts, old cars, and a run down little pump house (?)</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-58777641779035743832011-09-09T22:23:00.001-05:002011-09-09T22:24:42.771-05:00Day 221 - 8/9/2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zaQZs6wZN4/TmrXbwg-dpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/GtjZQa6AJlE/s1600/DSC_0805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zaQZs6wZN4/TmrXbwg-dpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/GtjZQa6AJlE/s400/DSC_0805.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Althea - Lavender</td></tr></tbody></table>I liked this pic because the Althea flower, even though the wind was blowing this flower all around--is it the lighting?Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-33135431410721211312011-09-09T22:18:00.001-05:002011-09-09T22:18:10.864-05:00Day 220 - 8/8/2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob9PDS_21f8/TmrWP5Jf3SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/94vJOjolpsI/s1600/DSC_1078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob9PDS_21f8/TmrWP5Jf3SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/94vJOjolpsI/s400/DSC_1078.JPG" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little hunting princess.&nbsp; :-)</td></tr></tbody></table>Melvin bought Kellyanne this hat when she was born, it goes so well with the little ruffled camo outfit that she was wearing.&nbsp; She's just too cute for words!&nbsp; (I know, I'm not prejudice one little bit!!!)Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-90390086239963570292011-09-09T22:11:00.003-05:002011-09-09T22:12:11.011-05:00Day 219 - 8/7/2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGkgm9Aub9E/TmrVLNy2jbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-U2Bj6zJRpA/s1600/DSC_1052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="328" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGkgm9Aub9E/TmrVLNy2jbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-U2Bj6zJRpA/s400/DSC_1052.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />Yes, I almost thought about giving up this project, but . . .Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-12445022299938700942011-08-06T23:02:00.000-05:002011-08-06T23:02:04.110-05:00Day 218 - August 6, 2011Yes!&nbsp; I've caught up, once again.&nbsp; :-)&nbsp; Well, at least with my photo journey.&nbsp; I still have to catch up on my Bible study (and then there's always house work, which is a never ending project).<br /><br />And I didn't get much of that done today, but I had a very good reason.<br /><br />﻿ <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msXg_40VZuo/Tj4KkjWlG9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/4fTA199OXGg/s1600/DSC04212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msXg_40VZuo/Tj4KkjWlG9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/4fTA199OXGg/s400/DSC04212.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My pretty girl!</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿﻿ <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQOaMgo3KL4/Tj4L3qG2KgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ef8334ZU_AA/s1600/DSC04213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQOaMgo3KL4/Tj4L3qG2KgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ef8334ZU_AA/s400/DSC04213.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kellyanne playing on the floor.</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿﻿ <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gokVYYWGPqM/Tj4Nn4FJ_zI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/qCNXZPDZ7ls/s1600/DSC04221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gokVYYWGPqM/Tj4Nn4FJ_zI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/qCNXZPDZ7ls/s400/DSC04221.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nonna's little angel</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿ I had a very sweet and cute visitor today.&nbsp; Don't you think I had a good reason to skip the house work today?&nbsp; Yeah, I do too!&nbsp; :-)Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-81218173313889890552011-08-06T22:40:00.000-05:002011-08-06T22:40:31.748-05:00Day 217 - August 5, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8FtxspLZOM/Tj4HmRHyZaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PdjcYMO1pfo/s1600/DSC04207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8FtxspLZOM/Tj4HmRHyZaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PdjcYMO1pfo/s400/DSC04207.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duh?&nbsp; A turtle</td></tr></tbody></table>I was probably the last person to leave the campus on Friday, but I wanted to be sure to leave things in good shape so that I knew where to pick up on Monday.&nbsp; When I went to get into the car I noticed a turtle walking underneath my car and the little brown-shelled thing stopped right behind my right front tired.&nbsp; Well, I could not pull out and back over the the turtle.&nbsp; I couldn't bare to hear that crunch.&nbsp; So, I reached into the car and grabbed my umbrella.&nbsp; With the tip end I scooted the turtle out of the way just far enough that I could back out.&nbsp; When I passed by, the turtle was heading back into the bushes.<br /><br />You just never know what your going to find on SHC's campus.&nbsp; lol (cats, racoons, roosters, turtles)Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-64256643146905475262011-08-06T21:58:00.000-05:002011-08-06T21:58:27.570-05:00Day 216 - August 4, 2011﻿ <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1q9QrrT_skE/Tj3-T_p79nI/AAAAAAAAAcA/YUux87etpLE/s1600/DSC04169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1q9QrrT_skE/Tj3-T_p79nI/AAAAAAAAAcA/YUux87etpLE/s400/DSC04169.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Toys in my yard</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿ Lately, I find all kinds of things in my yard - it ranges from a small dog in a carrier in my driveway (yes, you heard right) to this little toy truck, and much more.&nbsp; The dog upset me, because if I hadn't walked out to the edge of my garage, which I rarely do, I would have run over the poor little thing.&nbsp; This little truck, I can handle.&nbsp; I'm just waiting for its owner to claim it.&nbsp; So far, it's been parked in my hard for a week, maybe longer.&nbsp; Some poor little fella doesn't remember where he left his truck!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-54222681173131745132011-08-06T21:51:00.000-05:002011-08-06T21:51:45.062-05:00Day 215 - August 3, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp-BQOeHInY/Tj38_9lDvzI/AAAAAAAAAb8/oArH78c2MM8/s1600/DSC04186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp-BQOeHInY/Tj38_9lDvzI/AAAAAAAAAb8/oArH78c2MM8/s400/DSC04186.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crepe Myrtle﻿</td></tr></tbody></table>I finally took a close up pic of a Crepe Myrtle and everything blurred like I wanted it too!&nbsp; Usually, when I try that, everything in the pic blurs.&nbsp; But not this time.&nbsp; I wish I knew what I did right.&nbsp; Oh well, I'll just enjoy the moment.&nbsp; :-)Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-74154048848335914962011-08-06T21:41:00.001-05:002011-08-06T21:46:16.483-05:00Day 214 - August 2, 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nieNvv4UReE/Tj36-usUN5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/dc8oPI5a8s8/s1600/DSC04189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nieNvv4UReE/Tj36-usUN5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/dc8oPI5a8s8/s400/DSC04189.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">[Dolly Parton]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">Truvy</span>: Annelle, let's talk some trash</div>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-82267783483964799272011-08-06T21:36:00.000-05:002011-08-06T21:36:28.817-05:00Day 213 - August 1, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaciVLu1eqs/Tj35-xFEY-I/AAAAAAAAAb0/xtVGnMmOXxk/s1600/DSC04174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaciVLu1eqs/Tj35-xFEY-I/AAAAAAAAAb0/xtVGnMmOXxk/s400/DSC04174.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Basil has begun flowering</td></tr></tbody></table>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-22810904311639952972011-08-06T21:32:00.000-05:002011-08-06T21:32:56.529-05:00Day 212 - July 31, 2011﻿ <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iztRt2je3QQ/Tj33nsA63BI/AAAAAAAAAbw/FOj_C1oRL6E/s1600/DSC04163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="332" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iztRt2je3QQ/Tj33nsA63BI/AAAAAAAAAbw/FOj_C1oRL6E/s400/DSC04163.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caro @ the Mariner</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿ Tonight we celebrated July birthday's at the Mariner.&nbsp; I think we had somewhere in the neighborhood of 30-32 in our group (2 long tables full of great people).&nbsp; Some come to our Sunday School class (The Pathfinders)&nbsp;regularly and others are singles who minister in other areas of the church or perhaps attend another Sunday School class.&nbsp; <br /><br />I have known Caro since I first came to Dayspring.&nbsp; Her and her husband Jim, who passed away several years ago, were such welcoming faces to me.&nbsp; I always got a hug from them.&nbsp; I miss Jim, but Caro stands at the door and greets me with a smile and a hug each Sunday morning.&nbsp; She has gone through some serious health situations in the past year, and it is so good to see her out and about with a big smile on her face.&nbsp; Love ya, Caro!&nbsp;Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-22462084014064054502011-08-06T21:22:00.000-05:002011-08-06T21:22:38.405-05:00Day 211 - July 30, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ss6Ncan0uk/Tj32kjbcClI/AAAAAAAAAbs/N-4NauP7t8o/s1600/DSC04173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ss6Ncan0uk/Tj32kjbcClI/AAAAAAAAAbs/N-4NauP7t8o/s400/DSC04173.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty in Pink</td></tr></tbody></table>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-21800948733718151022011-08-06T21:17:00.000-05:002011-08-06T21:17:50.651-05:00Day 210 - July 29, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAQtqgvJySA/Tj31CBwh8vI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0-ETHTgobCc/s1600/DSC04131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAQtqgvJySA/Tj31CBwh8vI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0-ETHTgobCc/s400/DSC04131.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dwarf Azalea</td></tr></tbody></table>I was surprised when I walked out to my car to find a few blooms on one of the dwarf Azalea bushes outside.&nbsp; It was nice to see since this heat has just about dried up all of the blooms on all of the shrubs around campus.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-59712941809078050312011-08-03T22:56:00.000-05:002011-08-03T22:56:22.197-05:00Day 209 - July 28, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFjzUH2jgyY/TjoXbfR_UbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VjoYLk6o6SA/s1600/DSC04149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFjzUH2jgyY/TjoXbfR_UbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VjoYLk6o6SA/s400/DSC04149.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interstate Construction (1-10)</td></tr></tbody></table>Road crews have started construction on Interstate 1-10 near Tillman's Corner.&nbsp; The traffic is always so slow around this area.&nbsp; The speed limit has been reduced to 50 mph.&nbsp; Of course, some people go the speed limit and some never notice that new signs have been posted; well, that is until they see the blue lights in their review mirror.&nbsp; Anyway, it appears that we will have to deal with this stop-and-go traffic going to and from work for quite some time.&nbsp; grrrr!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-38569159586775220382011-08-03T22:40:00.000-05:002011-08-03T22:40:31.719-05:00Day 208 - July 27, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEZdhckUoAs/TjoTvkEWd3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/BCK3nE5Hs3E/s1600/DSC04134+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEZdhckUoAs/TjoTvkEWd3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/BCK3nE5Hs3E/s400/DSC04134+%25282%2529.JPG" t$="true" width="336" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fire Pump</td></tr></tbody></table>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-52579081554173062122011-08-03T22:16:00.000-05:002011-08-03T22:16:53.133-05:00Day 207 - July 26, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNyppp-CFIQ/TjoOAfdEGKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LWOit0-AEmc/s1600/DSC04154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNyppp-CFIQ/TjoOAfdEGKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LWOit0-AEmc/s400/DSC04154.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mushroom</td></tr></tbody></table>It seemed like we would never get any rain.&nbsp; Now, we get rain most every day.&nbsp; And as a result of all of this rain my yard is sprouting mushrooms everywhere.&nbsp; So, for the next week or so, you might see a variety of mushrooms pop up on the blog.&nbsp; There are so many different shapes appearing in my yard and over time, they change colors.&nbsp; Yep, I think you may see more of these in the blog (especially since I have almost no flowers now to speak of and I haven't gone anywhere because it's just too hot to go anywhere).Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-68127569819395217132011-08-03T22:02:00.000-05:002011-08-03T22:02:20.454-05:00Day 206 - July 25, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OevwPPy9U88/TjoLD1VOMFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kNAl6Me7tXI/s1600/DSC04101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OevwPPy9U88/TjoLD1VOMFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kNAl6Me7tXI/s400/DSC04101.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Madi wanted to give Kellyanne sugar - how sweet?!</td></tr></tbody></table>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-9588436047630061112011-08-03T21:51:00.000-05:002011-08-03T21:51:15.164-05:00Day 205 - July 24, 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>﻿﻿ <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KQKk87SyEXo/TjoIam5X8gI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pXc2XvRbJT8/s1600/DSC04112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KQKk87SyEXo/TjoIam5X8gI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pXc2XvRbJT8/s400/DSC04112.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie &amp; Mitchell</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿﻿Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-45857533000978181172011-08-03T20:42:00.001-05:002011-09-13T13:43:31.691-05:00Day 204 - July 23, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro67UdUR_Xg/TjjMdmYCDhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nsgR5YgRFGI/s1600/DSC04127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="337px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro67UdUR_Xg/TjjMdmYCDhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nsgR5YgRFGI/s400/DSC04127.JPG" t$="true" width="400px" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clint&nbsp;and Stephanie</td></tr></tbody></table>Although today is my sister's birthday, I realized that somehow I didn't get a pic of her.&nbsp; I think it's because we all got together at her house for a family cookout and she was flitting around here and there.&nbsp; However, my son Clint and his girlfriend Stephanie were down from South Carolina.&nbsp; Don't they make a cute couple?&nbsp; Stephanie is a really sweet young lady, and we had a great time visiting with her.&nbsp; It was also great to see my son.<br /><br />Family get togethers are great and we had plenty of food!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-3302581946078165182011-08-02T23:04:00.000-05:002011-08-02T23:04:29.739-05:00Day 203 - July 22, 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtz1Ghcc7Uw/TjjD6Xx3d2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/6WeS3sbAPqY/s1600/DSC04113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtz1Ghcc7Uw/TjjD6Xx3d2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/6WeS3sbAPqY/s400/DSC04113.JPG" t$="true" width="346" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helen Jean Bush Haywood Barnett - 82nd Birthday</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿ <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WSvW_2yRYA/TjjA9_Pn3jI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_bizBFOEKzI/s1600/DSC04111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WSvW_2yRYA/TjjA9_Pn3jI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_bizBFOEKzI/s400/DSC04111.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother and her three daughters (Cheryl, Phyllis &amp; Regina)</td></tr></tbody></table>﻿ <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAjj0LbTuWY/TjjIDlhm6jI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Oe4S7d0R9sM/s1600/DSC04116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAjj0LbTuWY/TjjIDlhm6jI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Oe4S7d0R9sM/s400/DSC04116.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><br />Today we celebrated mother's 82nd birthday. Although everyone in the family didn't get to make it down to the nursing home, we had a good number that were able to go.&nbsp; Our visit put a big smile on her face (well, at least for a little while).&nbsp; She ate a cupcake, and we sang happy birthday to her.<br /><br />It is always so wonderful to see her alert and smiling like she was today.&nbsp; We love you mom!&nbsp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-90255559100098434302011-07-27T22:54:00.000-05:002011-07-27T22:54:24.497-05:00Day 202 - July 21, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89NIFaH-Las/TjDacamlzyI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vmt843VCIOY/s1600/DSC04099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89NIFaH-Las/TjDacamlzyI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vmt843VCIOY/s400/DSC04099.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother and her hairdresser Darnell</td></tr></tbody></table>Tomorrow, July 22nd, we will celebrate mother's 82nd birthday.&nbsp; Since she has not been getting a really good hairdo since she has been at the nursing home, I called her hairdresser, Darnell, and asked her if she would go to the nursing home to fix mother's hair.&nbsp; She agreed to do so, and you can see the results.&nbsp; Mother's hair looked fabulous, and when Darnell left, mother had a big smile on her face.<br /><br />I'll bet you haven't seen her looking that this in a while?&nbsp; I know I haven't, and that do was well worth it!&nbsp; Thanks, Darnell!&nbsp; My momma looked and felt pretty!!!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998606965370013987.post-39880176218519490582011-07-27T22:36:00.000-05:002011-07-27T22:36:52.763-05:00Day 201 - July 20, 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fu3cu7cr0gw/TjDYX4S8RJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Zt09kg1AuGc/s1600/DSC03721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fu3cu7cr0gw/TjDYX4S8RJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Zt09kg1AuGc/s400/DSC03721.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bridget's Paw</td></tr></tbody></table>Sometimes it seems impossible to take a picture of Bridget.&nbsp; She is fast as lightening.&nbsp; And as soon as she sees the little light on the front of my camera, she buzzes around so fast that all I can get is a pic of her backside.<br /><br />Bridget is most definately a lap dog, and occassionally she enjoys laying on the floor or on her pillow.&nbsp; This evening she wanted up in my lap.&nbsp; She had her paws resting on my legs.&nbsp; She kept turning her face away from the camera, so, I took a picture of the only thing I could get . . .Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220582158444124871noreply@blogger.com0